I think Rippy and I listened to this record about 4,000 times up at WUOG. We got so good that we could play a song as dirty as this and clip all the bad words. Good ol' days...

Lyrics:He had the change done at the shop -- earlobes for cocksApril FoolsHe had his balls thrown over the top, like a mop of hairApril FoolsHe had his buttocks transferred to his cheeks on his faceApril, April doomBecause then where would the poop come out of?Oooh His mouthWell, he decided he wanted a vagina down southApril FoolsWhere his belly button once stood, now stood a cockWith a mouth at the end that ate the foodOh, well, what a peculiar guest he was at summer swimming partiesWhat with the nipples protruding from his eyelidsAnd, of course, beneath his chin, the penisAnd on his knees the sacks, he had two put thereApril FoolsAnd Jester Wally Jew-BoyNavel-eyed Jack, Wiglet BillYou've had your fill of transplants, pleaseYou wish you could change back at will, but...Tits coming off the back side -- 69 to be exactI thought it was pretty many, but you be the judgeApril DickWell, he became a woman, then a manThen a dog, then a sheepThen a man, then a godHe had all put on his body -- "give me 75 titsGive me 1400 ballsGive me cocks coming out of every living pore"Oh, vaginas everywhere, a walking sex machineOh, wonderful at the bathing partiesApril FoolsBut this was no April FoolsThis was for realThis was goddamn scary when he walked through the villageWhen he took his place next to the other boys in lineTo serve his patriotic dutyWell, it's kinda rude the way people stareHe said, "I'd like all... all... the things I had put on meCovered up with billions of pieces of hair"